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| where to draw the� ? half-formed embryonic thoughts drifting in and out of� tender little fingers, tender little mush tender little blood cells adrift�afloat� I knew and then knew I didn�t� she was so wonderfully putrefied� she was a cat�s fish�s bones� she was a sanitized bedpan.. she was everything�s everything� there wasn�t always a time there isn�t always a moment there wasn�t always cellophane and cheap cologne there wasn�t always spinning plates there wasn�t always tight ropes there wasn�t always pink tutus and butter flavor flavoring to make it all make sense. she sings me in to consciousness� �all is full of love��. |
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